The Sentinel’s Man-Eater
Vivienne Cross was never meant to be a hero, a fighter, or anyone’s salvation.
She was a fragile, low-tier Sentinel with no combat skills, a paper-thin mental shield, and a face that caused more problems than it ever solved.
She didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want revenge.
She just wanted to survive, look good while doing it, and maybe collect a few Guides along the way — if they were pretty enough.
But somehow, without even trying, she became the centre of a storm.
One by one, the elite Sentinels who once dismissed her started falling apart — not because she asked them to, but because they couldn’t look away.
Ex-teammates turned into enemies. Former lovers crawled back, desperate and ruined.
What started as a simple way to get by became an all-out, bloody, no-rules Guide-Sentinel Hunger Games — and Vivienne didn’t even care enough to place a bet.
Regret? Jealousy? Obsession?
That was their problem.
Vivienne Cross was never out to break hearts — she just never stopped them from breaking.
One-sided pining? Definitely.
But Vivienne? She was never the one begging.
